Even though I was feeling very much like an awkward goody-two-shoes who grew up in a hermetically sealed tube and who you all were secretly rolling your eyes at every time you came here to read, I still went out last night and had some beers with Smiley and RUABelle and Newscoma and Badger (Hedgehog? Something cute that leaves scars…) and the Squirrel Queen and some too loud jazz band.
I tried to pay for my beer in quarters (though it ended up that I never had to pay for beer at all) and three different people, after seeing my quarters all laid out on the table, made some sort of joke about a really bad stripper.
That tickled me.
Smiley walked me down the scary stairs, too, which was very nice of him, or I would have had to just live at the bar, which would have been difficult for the rest of my life.